This past year I was waiting for him to hit the 1 year point so it would be useful to try MC and work through some of the more fundamental non-drinking issues. In the meantime I've been doing individual therapy which has changed my life and ways of seeing the world significantly. He had this last small relapse and I said screw it. I honestly expected him to go off the deep end, but he didn't. To my surprise, he's been living at his parents' house and doubling down on meetings and counseling.
I'm really looking for silver linings here. This alone is unsettling. I don't know what's shifted in me to make me go from totally dispassionate to this codie "once last try!!!!!" refrain.
I know my son is really unhappy. This is not what I wanted either.